CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 471, GHOST EAGLE

Swish!

Hui Xing fainted, and a young man dressed in gray swiftly leaped from his seat. He cradled Hui Xing in his arms, shot a gloomy glance at Chu Ming, then turned and left.

After Hui Xing departed, Chu Ming did not return to the seating area of the Profound List. Instead, he looked at the crowd with a calm expression, "Anyone else want to spar with me?"

His voice was incredibly loud, supported by Spiritual Power, clearly reaching the ears of the young talents present.

"This Chu Ming is really arrogant!"

Hu An, ranked thirteenth on the Profound List, slightly curled his lips and muttered, but even as he spoke, he had no intention of challenging Chu Ming.

Chu Ming had defeated Xu Huan, placing his apparent ability on par with Hu An’s, and was adept at Soul Attacks. Even Hui Xing had fallen at his hands. Considering all this, it was enough to make Hu An cautious.

Swish!

In the silence that followed, a swift black line suddenly rose from the high seats of the Profound List, sweeping up a terrifying black storm, causing space to become chaotic with turbulent airflows.

"Let me see what you’re made of!"

The black mist dispersed, revealing a cold and arrogant pale-faced youth, his words slightly stiff.

"My god, I never expected Ghost Eagle to make a move!"

"It’s understandable given Chu Ming’s earlier display of strength. Aside from the top ten young talents on the Profound List, no one else can handle him. Naturally, they wouldn’t seek their own humiliation."

"But with Ghost Eagle stepping in, we should be able to gauge his true abilities this time!"

In the audience seats, the many Martial Artists began discussing with great excitement.

Ghost Eagle was a young talent from the Ghostly Domain, rarely making a move. However, the Ghostly Domain had a unique environment filled with pervasive Evil Qi. Unknowingly, Martial Artists who practiced there would absorb some Evil Qi, affecting their minds. Therefore, Martial Artists from the Ghostly Domain were mostly ruthless, their techniques in battles were aimed to kill.

"Looks like we have some real action this time!"

Lei Wushuang glanced at Huo Qingwu and said with a slight smile.

In the arena, Ghost Eagle exuded an evil aura. Those of weak mind would be influenced by it, but before the aura could reach Chu Ming, it was immediately cut off by the overwhelming Sword Dao aura emanating from him.

"Let me warn you in advance, having lived with Evil Qi for so long, although absorbing it is extremely painful, it has gradually tempered my Soul, making it different from ordinary people. Your Soul Attacks might not be very effective against me."

Ghost Eagle spoke stiffly, and as soon as he finished his sentence, his right hand curved into a claw. Black, sharp claw energy burst forth, aimed at Chu Ming, ripping through the air, leaving countless marks on the ground.

Screech!

Chu Ming’s Star Trace Sword slightly trembled in his hand, and at the tip of the sword, countless sword flowers shot out, glittering with a cold gleam, rushing towards Ghost Eagle.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Ghost Eagle neither dodged nor avoided. His hands turned into tearing strength, ripping apart all of Chu Ming’s sword flowers. Fragments of the Sword Light scattered on the ground, sparks flying, resembling a rain of fire.

Chu Ming’s gaze remained calm. His body retreated rapidly in the wind waves, while his right hand held the Star Trace Sword aloft, channeling all his strength into it. His muscles contracted, and with an explosive air burst, he transformed into a raging red dragon, charging at Ghost Eagle.

All around, it turned crimson. Chu Ming fully activated his Slaughter Sword Intent, creating a sea of blood-colored Sword Qi, intertwined and shredding each other.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

"Ghost Devouring Divine Skill!"

Boom!

A terrifying whirlwind centered around Ghost Eagle, expanding in all directions. Eventually, it formed a layer of black flowing Armor on Ghost Eagle’s body. Shadows rippled, ghostly faces roared, and the surrounding Sword Light clanged against it with metallic collisions.

"Take my technique!"

Amidst the chaotic air currents, Ghost Eagle roared lowly. His body flickered slightly, transforming into a black mist. When he reappeared, he was within ten meters of Chu Ming. A massive claw, dozens of meters wide, descended from the sky, blotting out the sun, plunging the arena into darkness.

Chu Ming’s pupils contracted. The power of Ghost Eagle’s move was indeed formidable. If it were Xu Huan, he might have been heavily injured in one move.

Swish!

Chu Ming advanced instead of retreating, spinning the Star Trace Sword in his hand without pausing, slashing out with a domineering fiery Sword Aura that transformed into a Fire Dragon, emerging from the Star Trace Sword, becoming the only light in the world.

"Red Lotus Rain!"

This small light contained an eternal will, rapidly expanding in the eyes of the crowd, piercing the darkness.

Boom!

When they clashed, a black and red light pillar, five meters in diameter, shot straight into the sky, visible throughout the Black Profound Mountain Range, leaving everyone in awe.

Crack!

As the light pillar continued, Chu Ming’s arm bent again. Innumerable Sword Essence behind him sparkled like the stars in the night sky, blasting out, attacking Ghost Eagle from all directions.

"Ghost Realm Devouring Heaven!"

Ghost Eagle’s face twitched. A black sun rose behind him, radiating a scorching brilliance. The power of devouring emerged, making the surrounding space as thick as water, rendering any movement difficult.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The Sword Essence melted like snow under the blazing sun before even reaching the black sun.

"Slash!"

Chu Ming roared, his body leaning forward. The Star Trace Sword swam like a dragon entering the sea. Chu Ming’s mind was clear. The sword’s trajectory became vivid in his eyes. With a tranquil smile, his spirit soared to its peak, and the entire world seemed to freeze.

Swoosh!

A terrifying Sword Light swept through, slicing the black sun above Ghost Eagle’s head in half from the center. The surging Evil Qi spread, and the entire space fell silent.

"Groan!"

Ghost Eagle grunted. His technique broken, his Spiritual Power reversed swiftly, causing a backlash. However, his body was strong enough to withstand this slight backlash.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Ghost Eagle’s claws shot out rapidly, darkening the sky. Sharp black claw strikes descended from the sky, filling the space with their ferocity.

Swish!

Chu Ming’s body turned into a wisp of blue smoke, gliding through casually. No matter how dense the claw strikes, he weaved through them with ease, his clothes untouched.

"How is this possible?!"

Ghost Eagle’s face turned grim. He seemed to disbelieve the scene before him. His attacks grew fiercer, striking sparks on the ground.

Swish!

Amid the rolling wind waves, Chu Ming remained incredibly calm. His body whirled, the Star Trace Sword raised high in his right hand. The soaring Sword Intent on him shot up to the skies.